DREAM LOG — murder, burger, dirty socks, and docs

I log my dreams. This is from November 21, 2024. I draw some parallels from the dream to my present reality. I use code words to mask the identities of people I know in real life.

In this dream, I remember the brother of a close middle school friend had died. Or he was killed. Murdered. I remember this brother very much liked my older sister. They were in the same grade. They found him sitting inside a cupboard on the ground, perched up with his head leaning back against the side. He was in the same place where his shirts were stored, only his shirts were now missing. They found his shirts placed in the cupboard with his parent’s clothes. My friend was convinced the intentional moving of the shirts signaled foul play. Her brother had obviously been murdered, and had not killed himself. I remember returning to the crime scene with my best friend from middle school and developing my own theory on what had occurred. I recall recounting this theory in the dream. I believe the other friend showed up and felt offended that I had questioned what she knew as truth. I certainly felt aware of sensing this in the dream.

Perhaps in the same dream segment, I recall arriving at a restaurant as soon as it opened. I ate a huge burger. So huge, it stuck to the wrapper. I very much wanted a cheeseburger yesterday but am vegetarian and could not afford to buy one from a restaurant this month with my budget. I find it makes sense, then, that I dreamed of satisfying this desire.